Palace in the Roy Time
¶ 1
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We’ve had ‘em all,
the hired guns,
the journey men,
the over the top of the hill.
¶ 2
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Managers promising stability,
and less of a football thrill.
¶ 3
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Pulis and Pardew.
Neil, Sam, and the Ollie.
Drawn by our desperation,
and the right amount of lolly.
¶ 4
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We’ve tried to progress,
step up,
move on.
But each time we try,
we go back
to square one.
¶ 5
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This time
we got lucky,
know he’s the one.
The steady hand
local boy,
Roy Hodgson.
¶ 6
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His timely resurrection
is just what we need,
and his wish to play like Brazil.
¶ 7
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So, we’ll stick by Roy,
especially if we manage
to create his de-aging pills.
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